Last weekend was by far the very best experience I have in game so far. I had what could be described as the classic “man to woman” extended pickup interaction. In my nightgame resume, this was the very first time I had experienced the absolute real deal, balls to the wall shit tests and emotional spikes. My nightgame until has been sporadic and predictable, devolving into interview mode and cockblocks with either 18-21 year old or plain Jane yuppies. There are only two words I can best describe this interaction: flamboyant and flirty. It was an anomaly considering that she was alone in the bar and she had come out at a rather later hour, which was obviously really advantageous to me. I opened a German in an upmarket Auckland bar called Long Room during its apex hours on a nigh out. I opened by remarking about her "Slavic looks" and “deep Romanian” complexion. I have been veering away from direct, simple compliments to more observational, ‘intricate compliments’ which show attention to detail as of recently. These are the types of compliments which I feel hook sets much effectively than “I like your red dress”. In this particular interaction, I experimented with merging these compliments with negs and teases. Paraphrased example in point: “that red dress makes you sooooo look like a red Queen Bee in that red dress. You are just soooo here to party with Bacchus aren’t you? I am just a little wary you are too much of a crazy queen be.” It has probably occurred to me that packaging emotional spikes in sentences, is better than sequencing them one after the after. It was a genuine man to woman conversation where I self-amused and she reacted with positive emotional jitters: turning her body constantly, reorienting her gaze towards me and laughing readily at the drop of any slightly witty sentence.

And boy were the shit tests fun!

“You are too young for me.” Yeah, well you know... I am actually 22 but I drink organic drink juices to appear 10 years younger.”

“I am not yours, I am not your girlfriend.” Woah, slow down hun I never think that far ahead. I am all about the present.”

“I am not yours, I am not your property.” “Hun, I maybe a Roman emperor, but I fully support equality, we are only slaves to our egos!”

“Do you talk to every women like this in bars” No I am just shy... but actually I am a little fun and shy at times.

“Philosophy society, so that is how you meet women” No, I just go there to be stroppy and pretentious. Actually a stripper introduced me to that society, believe it or not.

“Are you one of those polyamorous men?” No, I just embrace everything.

The fact that she was 14 years older than me meant that she wasn’t okay with some playful, rambunctious 22 year old pretending to be 32 physically escalating her in the club in front other people within her age group (there was a work colleague of hers seated at another table). She eventually finished her gin and tonic and asked me to walk her back to her car parked on a side street next to a sex shop on a dead end side street 1km away off Auckland's infamous Karangahape Road. Here I was focused on maintaining a “disciplined and controlled” frame, not escalating in predictably and overtly like a 15 year old. We held hands together and chatted intimately outside her car before an intensive, sensual make out. So far in my dating experience, I have dated and had sexual encounters with mostly 30+ year olds and I can attest, their sense physical interaction is rather distinct from women in my age demographic.

She told me that she was going to sleep in her car because she was too drunk to drive home and speculated I needed to stay because I am a horny 22 year old’. We continued making out intensively with lots of groping, biting, fondling. Unfortunately I couldn’t escalated to vaginal sex because she was on her period, but she gave me head at the very list. We spooned in the back of her car and continued the sensual experience all night as Ubers zoomed in and out of an apartment complex nearby. She dropped me off at house at the crack of the bluey summer dawn. She seemed open to meeting up again but was simultaneously a tad guilty that she played around with a “boy”. Although she remarked that I was uniquely mature for my age. She made it clear that her priority was on settling down with a 30-40 something year old mature guy and agreed that I wouldn’t chat to her if I stumbled on her in a bar and only meet her for scheduled dates/hang outs/fun times.

Oh, and here is a fun fact: I landed myself a job opportunity with her. The subject of music was inevitably bought up in our interaction and so was the subject of films. She is a film maker who is currently looking for a film score composer for a 'fantastical psychological horror' she is working on. So the opportunity took me by surprise...